Tag: writing
group name: brotherpoets
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July 15, 2008 12:29 PM EDT --
Words go running round and round,
through my brain, up and down.
Sometimes, they take a darker road
or up the hill, both rocky and cold.
I follow them around . . . more
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January 13, 2008 08:49 PM EST --
What is the matter with me?
I can't think, can't commit
to
writing words that
elude me.
There, just on the other side
do you see?
A glimmer of internal thought,
perhaps . . . more
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January 04, 2008 09:38 PM EST --
Sacred Cycle
Searching the dry bed
Oaths and offerings ignored
Turquoise blue treasured
Firelight casts dancing trance
Beat the earth with dripping sweat
Sweep the . . . more
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January 20, 2008 11:11 PM EST --
I didn't think I wanted you
Didn't think I needed to
What makes me hold back,
What makes me afraid--
I might fall for you--
And then what would I do,
If one day . . . more
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August 26, 2008 09:12 PM EDT --
Once I thought to be in love
Once I had someone love me
When I was young and unaware
Of how fragile true love could be
Once I broke a young girl's heart
By carelessly . . . more
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January 19, 2008 11:12 AM EST --
Two wide
This bed of mine
Half empty without you
Warm side, my side, cold side, your side
Can I forgive you leaving me alone?
Strong one, mine was, weak one, yours . . . more
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January 16, 2008 12:33 PM EST --
My esteemed Gather colleague and connection Nick K. recently posted a plaintive piece on poetry appreciation, or lack thereof. "Oh cursed verse, I rarely get ye" cites a few of . . . more
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January 23, 2008 11:57 AM EST --
Woke up
Distant, dreamy
Dark blended illusion
Creamy low fat café latte
Decaf
more
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January 29, 2008 10:27 PM EST --
Restless
Fingers fidget
Up and down, walk around
Sit and stare while click-clack keys write
Rubbish
more
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January 31, 2008 09:11 PM EST --
If inside me were a city
With buildings made of words
Then love would be the lava
That buries them unheard
I know you want an answer
When you ask me how I feel
. . . more
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January 14, 2008 11:58 PM EST --
Is there no where I can go
to get away for this?
To stop the embarrassment?
The harassment,
the complete and utter helplessness?
White strands stuck to me,
invading my blackness.
Sucking up does . . . more
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January 20, 2008 02:23 PM EST --
Promises
Broken before
You meant to keep your word
Hidden in illusion and hope
Silent
more
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January 27, 2008 03:27 PM EST --
Dew drops
Waking on grass
Reflect daybreak rising
Night surrenders dreams lost in light
Wind whispers and leaves bare limbs uncovered
She lifts her hands above her head
. . . more
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January 18, 2008 10:47 PM EST --
Never
Mind the other
Wise words will win at last
Time comes too late to hinder death
Bed soft and welcome warm against the cold
Blooded killer wind weathered . . . more
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April 20, 2008 07:33 PM EDT --
I guess it's true, that as we grow old, we remember our greatest mentors. It's inevitable, since they reached within and touched our very souls. Very few people can do this and they . . . more
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June 30, 2008 04:22 PM EDT --
I would like to take a few minutes to tell my fellow writer's that my favorite group the Hampton Roads Writer's has just lost one of our own. Barbara "Bobbie" Hartin, was a . . . more
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July 12, 2008 10:18 AM EDT --
Celibate pens make good narrators
For Houdini thoughts submerged in ink
Freed of all trappings again . . . more
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February 25, 2008 02:29 PM EST --
Yesterday I had yet another argument with a writer over grammar. He had asked me to review his book for my website, and as always I allowed him to see the review before it was posted. . . . more
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May 20, 2008 04:34 PM EDT --
This is a reminder for anyone who is in the Tidewater area of Virginia. Or if you plan to be in our area at any of theses times.
Hampton Roads Writers Upcoming Events . . . more
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January 02, 2008 11:30 PM EST --
Winter Skies
Bright blue skies holding a ball of fire.
Mock me and my chilled bones.
No warmth for feathered friends, furry companions
or the Postman stuffing my mailbox with glossy . . . more
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